Zhao Wugui looked at the big banyan tree at the entrance of Fenghu Village and felt particularly melancholy.

"Did this vest be wrong at the beginning? I think it should be designed as a gray-bearded old master, not a cute genius warrior, right?" Zhao Wugui said to himself to the big banyan tree.

"The old master with a gray beard is more convincing than a five-year-old child with hair and eyebrows on his head in the supernatural copy, right?"

Zhao Wugui found that no one answered, frowned, kicked the big banyan tree and kicked it in the waist.

"If you don't give me face? What's the point of leaving you?" Zhao Wugui kicked the big banyan tree to death, and then walked towards the village on his own.

At the broken corner of the big banyan tree that Zhao Wugui kicked to death by the waist, what flowed out was not the sap, but the smelly blood, and the heart of the tree was a long-decaying mummy.

In fact, it is not a big banyan tree. If the big banyan tree dares to respond, Zhao Wugui will not kick him to death. He will only blame the big banyan tree for knowing too much and killing him with one punch.

Of course, Zhao Wugui was not in a panic and prepared to go to Fenghu Village to take a look, but the main god gave another instruction. Otherwise, if you stay there, you wouldn't be alone, just lying on the ground, why go to Fenghu Village?

Go to the village chief's house of Fenghu Village

Zhao Wugui walked in so swaying. Although he didn't know where the village chief's house was, Zhao Wugui was not worried about not being able to find it. Although there was not a single living person here, those who were not living people were hospitality.

Especially when Zhao Wugui's vest was covered with blood and energy, he was not only hospitality, but also shy. Zhao Wugui asked them to go east and they would never dare to go west, and they would never chase chickens when they caught dogs.

Then, under Zhao Wugui's strong request, these people who were not living people took him to a dry well in the middle of the village enthusiastically. As for the village chief's house, there was no hurry. Anyway, it was right next to him, and the main god did not force time. He wanted to see how the things in the dry well grew first.

When Zhao Wugui put his head into the dry well, what do you think of that smell? It's so irritating to the eyes.

"Wow, you're so savory. You haven't taken a shower in more than ten years." Zhao Wugui slapped his arm that was rushing up from the dry well, and then came a sacred purification with a black corrosive effect. After he couldn't help but cover his nose and complain.

"It's not me that your taste is similar to the pollution on me, why don't I teach you both."

Zhao Wugui said, groping in the arms of the dinosaur pajamas, and then taking out a ball of black liquid. However, when this ball of black liquid appeared, the entire Fenghu Village seemed to start to twist, and time gradually became chaotic. The phantoms of the past were pulled out from the gap of time by this ball of black liquid. Wuming's fear flowed into time. A huge world opened a vertical pupil full of malicious intentions and looked at the Fenghu Village.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Wugui quickly put the dark liquid back into his arms and erased the subsequent influence. This reminded him of a question: "How did they do the people in the novel take out a lot of things from their arms?"

Of course, he could do it because Zhao Wugui reached into his arms and took things in his arms just a cover-up, but it was actually teleported from his body.

Zhao Wugui thought that his method of taking things seemed to be a little more terrifying. After all, who would put all kinds of things in his body?

When the dark liquid disappeared, the entire Fenghu Village returned to normal.

"It seems that the analysis of time has improved, otherwise how could my pollution be chaotic to time?"

With the help of his own pollution, Zhao Wugui also knew the origin of Fenghu Village.

The rough reason is this dry well.

An evil god was sealed under the dry well. He was suppressed by a master here, and then the Fengshui terrain of Fenghu Village was sealed.

Later, as time passed, the evil god opened a hole in the seal and bewitched the villagers of Fenghu Village, causing the villagers of Fenghu Village to re-sacrifice this evil god in the early years.

Then, things became like this.

"What a bad story? There are eight of ten suspense novels that have such plots." Zhao Wugui couldn't help but complain.

As Zhao Wugui said, what a bad story is this? The villagers all died. Why is the evil god of sand sculpture still just that hole before it breaks out?

Moreover, since the evil god needs sacrifice, why did Sha Diao kill chickens and eggs to kill all the villagers and stay and manage them well, maybe it was the ancestors or the Shinto River.

What is this evil god trying to do such a silly thing?

The evil gods here are not DND gods, nor are they the aliens in the ranks, and even the natural gods in the Shinto. They are just a ghost who received incense by chance.

Of course, this incense means someone offering, such as human sacrifices. After that, the evil god and ghost stay here. As the number of people enjoying human sacrifices increases, their strength becomes stronger and stronger. However, it seems that after a long time of comfort, my mind will be ineffective.

Then it was sealed by a master.

"So, the final boss this time should be this ghost thing." Zhao Wugui stuck his head into the dry well. After Zhao Wugui's sacred purification, the ghost also learned his lesson and did not create any gushing of human hands for Zhao Wugui.

Zhao Wugui's eyes penetrated the darkness, crossed the seal, and directly saw the evil god and ghost at the bottom of the dry well.

He looks average, not as unique as his real body, and has a good strength, probably equivalent to the dying ghost king who was accidentally stepped on by the boss.

The evil god and ghost were uncomfortable when Zhao Wugui looked at it. Although he didn't know where the gaze came from, the fear couldn't dissipate in his heart.

He also understood that this matter must have nothing to do with the person who gave him a sacred purification.

So he becomes more and more well-behaved. If you like to watch it, just watch it, he will not lose a piece of meat.

Facts have proved that this evil god monster is still too naive. At that time, every ghost monster on the 1,860 floor in the apartment was able to hammer him to death since the fifth floor. It wasn’t that Zhao Wugui’s eyes were almost scattered.

Whoever said that you wouldn't have less meat. Sometimes, not only will you have less meat, but you will also die.
Chapter completed!